The feeling was there, and both their bodies were nearly kissing each other into numbness and breathlessness as they desperately sucked, lapped, drew in, and sipped at each other.
Very hard, very forcefully.
The mind was in disarray, and the emotions were enchanted.
With eyes half-closed, Lian Qiao unconsciously whispered softly, "Liehuo."
"Mhm, I'm here," he responded hoarsely, but Xing Liehuo's fiery lips did not leave hers even for a moment, the kiss continuing in an intense, relentless manner.
"Liehuo," her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, Lian Qiao responded to his kiss with fervor.
Licking each other, soothing each other, their eyes locked on one another.
"What's wrong, baby?"
"Hold me."
"Aren't I holding you?" His heart trembled, his breath grew heavier, and his hand around her waist tightened further.
